Jackson Browne – The Birds Of St Marks (Ukulele)

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Oh how sad they sound the songs

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A prisoner upon her throne

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Of meloncoly sighing

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If she could see her mirror now

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She would be free of those who bow

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And scrape the ground benneth her feet

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Silently she walks among her

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Watches as each moment goes

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That never really know us

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And if it seems

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She doesn't care

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If she has dreams of no one there

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Within the shadows of her room

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But all my frozen words agree and say it's time to

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Call back all the birds I sent to fly behind her

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Castle walls and I'm weary of the nights I've seen

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Inside these empty halls

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Wooden lady turn and turn

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And way within the hours past and other empty pockets

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Maybe we've found what we have lost

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When we've unwound so many crossed

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Intangling misunderstanding

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But all my frozen words agree and say it's time to

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Call back all the birds I've sent to fly behind her

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Castle walls and I'm weary of the nights I've seen

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Inside these empty walls